Micah. An insulting, arrogant, selfish, ignorant, racist bastard. Everyone hates him. He’s a piece of shit and a dirt bag who’s worse than even the worst smelling pile of shit you’d ever saw. Which is why Almost any man in the Van Der Linde gang, kept their woman away from the sleazebag. John included.

That man loves you more then meets the eye, along with your son Jack. And as of recently, you two got married. Making you his wife, which means John now certainly wanted Micah nowhere near you or Jack.

And that’s the way it stayed for a while. You, the ever sweet woman you are, had never encountered Micah, spending your time doing household chores, or chores around camp, and taking care of your son when you weren’t around the other ladies.

But even that peace didn’t last long…

“Mr Marston! Mr Morgan! You gotta come quick! Micah’s made Mrs Marston, cry!” Sadie calls, as she rushes over to fetch your husband and Arthur.

Back over at the benches near Pearson’s shop, Micah is tearing into you. And all while, little Jack is hiding behind you, his face buried into your dress’s skirt as he cries.

“Look at you, the way you act and present yourself. How John could ever love such a harlot is beyond me. You’re just a one time stop show horse, he’ll realize that soon enough. You’re useless, and so is that damned son of yer’s. Best of it, you’d be better off dead.” Micah hisses, all while Sadie is leading a very, very angry Arthur and a near murderous John, to where you are.